Medium height, medium build, medium everything. The only distinguishing thing about her was her nervousness and even that seemed ordinary. Cops tended to make people feel that way.
She jumped up from her desk and rushed to Anise as they walked inside. “Oh, Anise, I can’t believe what happened! I was so shocked last night.”
Anise let the woman run on, her platitudes the usual ones. When she paused to take a breath, Anise introduced her to Bishop. “We’re here so Investigator Bishop can look at the files, Robin. He needs to see what Kenneth was working on.”
He shook her hand and tried not to intimidate her but apparently he failed. Her eyes grew large.
“I’ll need to know more about all Mr. Capanna’s clients but I’m especially interested in the woman he told Anise about last night. The one with the IRS problems.”
The secretary blinked rapidly, shooting Anise a frightened look. “Who was Kenneth talking about?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t give me a name. He just said someone had been calling and threatening him but he didn’t think she was serious. He didn’t seem concerned.”
Her brown hair hanging in her eyes, Robin shook her head. “I—I don’t know who he meant. We don’t have anyone under audit right now.”
“Are you sure?” Bishop smiled encouragingly. “It would really help—”
She glared at him, her attitude going from anxious to arrogant. “I’m familiar with every client we have and I can assure you there are no cases like that in this office.”
Bishop held up his hands. “I understand. Maybe you could just show me the most recent ones, then. We’ll start there. I’ll glance over them while you take Ms. Borden home. By the time you get back, I may have some questions for you.”
Her eyes darted to Anise as if seeking permission. Anise gave it, repeating the words he’d said to her earlier in her studio. “We need to show him everything, Robin. The more information Bishop has, the better his chances are of catching Kenneth’s killer.”
She scurried out of the reception area and headed for Capanna’s office.
Bishop turned to Anise. “I almost forgot…I spoke with Donna Capanna early this morning and she told me about your conversation last night. Thank you for calling her.”
“It wasn’t a problem.”
“Good. In the meantime, I’d appreciate it if you’d keep close. If you have to go out of town, let me know first.”
In the silence that followed, she stared at him in surprise. Bishop doubted that Anise Borden had anything to do with Kenneth Capanna’s murder but he’d seen women who looked more innocent than her turn out to blood-thirsty killers. Anything was possible.
“This is standard in these kinds of cases,” he explained. “We always look at the family. Don’t take offense.”
“But I…I was standing right next to him! How could I have shot him?”
“Killings for hire happen more than you realize.”
A silence charged with animosity flared between them. “I won’t be going anywhere,” she said stiffly.
“That’s fine. And I’d like you to think about what I said earlier, too. If Kenneth was seeing someone, I need a name.”
“If I had one, I’d give it to you.”
“Maybe something will come to you.”
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